M.B. HENRY 
As winter sets in, here is some poetic musing on the force of time and how fast it moves. Enjoy! Tick, tock, tick, tock That’s the sound of the old brass...
Once upon a time, deep in the mountains of Germany, there lay a charming little village called Lauscha. It was surrounded by snowy slopes and magnificent pine trees, and generations of...
May 2, 1946, started as a normal day on the job for William Miller. Well, at least as normal as any day could be on “the Rock” – what most people...
In the summer of 2015, in a silent boneyard in Wisconsin, there sat an abandoned old aircraft. Like the rest of the planes there, its original use had been long-forgotten. It...
On a chilly night in 1903, two men sat before a crackling campfire in the Bridal Veil Meadow of Yosemite Park. The stars shone down on them, and the surrounding pine...
On a cool morning in April of 2016, I visited a small prairie in the wilderness of Virginia. A wide-open field of grass sloped into a deep ravine. Blooming purple and...
Twenty-four years ago, a man named Kevin Wisniewski arrived at the annual EAA airshow in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. He stood out in the crowd of thousands, because he came dressed as an...
A cold, unfeeling marble stone That’s all there is for the soldier unknown Lost in a graveyard as big as the sea My love comes looking but won’t find me Because...
His story is one of the most famous from the American Civil War, and it spawned a monument in Fredericksburg, Virginia, that still stands today. His actions atop a blood-soaked battlefield...
The Fremont Culture – Lost Tribe of Utah In Mid-May, I found myself in beautiful Moab, Utah. The state has a pull for me – the red rock canyons, the wide...
